Holy Fuck, Super Furry Animals

This Toronto bands not doing it for Wal-Mart shoppers

Wouldnt it be nice if your mother actually took an interest in your taste in music and asked what youve been listening to lately? Not if youre a Holy Fuck fan. Imagine the horror on her face when you responded with Holy Fuck! She would wonder why youd ever use such foul language in front of her, and probably wash your mouth out with soap. Or ask if you were mad about something. No, Mom, theyre this band from Torontoreally outta sight, youd say. Even if you played the music for her first, its likely she would lose interest when you started going into all the geeky technical aspects of this largely instrumental band: an arsenal of circuit-bent electronic toys, keyboards, bass, guitar, and two drummers. The bands lock-tight grooves and penchant for shitty analog gear place them in the trajectory of Surrender to the Night-era Trans Am: Vocals are slim to none, and noise is deliberate. Listening to it just makes you want to say (ahem), Holy Fuck!but never in front of your mother. Neumos, 925 E. Pike St.,709-9467. $15. 21 and over. Doors at 8 p.m. TRAVIS RITTER